Picture Simon Barjona on Galilee’s shore: a rugged fisherman, hands rough from ropes, salt air on his weathered frame. Brash and unpolished, he’s no saint—just a man’s man, restless for meaning beyond the next catch. He’s us: flawed, searching, faltering. Boasting, “Yet will I never be offended,” he denies Jesus thrice, the rooster’s crow shattering his pride. Bitter tears fall, yet grace doesn’t turn away. Jesus meets him in despair by the sea, whispering, “Feed my sheep,” forging a rock from a jagged stone. Through valleys of failure, battles with darkness, and altars of fire, Simon rises as Cephas—bold before chains, preaching salvation’s blaze to thousands. Grace chases us too, relentless and strong, seeing the destiny beneath our doubt. “The God of all grace… will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” Our scars carve strength, our stumbles spark purpose—a triumph hell dreads, heaven sings. Step into this fire: from rough edges to living stones, your story shines for His glory.